Biarritz

Biarritz nestled at the western end of the Pyrenees is the largest resort on the french Atlantic coast. Beautiful place with breath taking scenery. That said, you really have to watch where you're treading as the streets are littered with dog shit, twice I stood in a pile thinking it was a leaf. The town is also very hilly, It's not the ideal place to visit for those with mobility problems or if you're a lazy cow like Carmen. Carmen wasn't struck with the place at all, she said it reminded her of Madeira, she was expecting it to be like Benidorm with the egg and chips brigade.

The picturesque Port des Pêcheurs and the church of St Eugenie seen from stony bridge island.



Le Grand Plage with it's strange mix of retired Parisian ladies out meandering with their maids and pekingese dogs still form a significant part of the population along with surfers who have almost taken over the place. 



Surfers paradise! Taken from our hotel balcony overlooking la Plage Côte des Basques on the Atlantic coast. Where the mountains meet the sea.

Sadly, our balcony didn't have shutters at the window so I was unable to re-enact this from the égoïste advert.

Le Rocher de la Vierge , you can never escape from those religious Virgin Mary statues in France, with locals placing flowers and genuflecting at her feet, I've never understood why people do that, as if the Virgin Mary would ever come back as a £1.99 plaster of Paris statue.

Threaded with craggy stone walls and winding promenades for strolling, it's a bit like the Great Wall of China. Blue and pink hydrangeas are seen everywhere.